HIP HOP LYRICS
You Gon’ Learn Lyrics – Eminem
Read You Gon’ Learn Lyrics – Eminem
Check out these amazing song Lyrics for “You Gon’ Learn” by Eminem. Read and enjoy the lyrics by singing along.
“You Gon’ Learn Lyrics”
(feat. Royce da 5’9″ & White Gold)
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
I’m a product of properly hoppin’ up out of that poverty
Profitin’ all for coppin’ and swappin’ that property out for a possible monopoly
Try not to adopt my father’s old philosophies
Same time I’m prayin’ to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
I’m walkin’ across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
While the demons comin’ out of me
Wifey’s on the side of me talkin’ sense into me
Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she’s been sent to me
Right there since ’96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
Deal with life
This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Y’all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
Targettin’ my kids and babies through population and gun control
Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
If y’all against talk and reparation then I’m not against the thought of separation
While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation, that’s funny bro
The segregation is bein’ told where I’m gonna go
Separation is bein’ woke and goin’ wherever I wanna go
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
Never sold dope for no gold rope
Wanted one though, they were so dope (Yeah)
Was a have-not (Yeah) ’cause my pockets (Uh)
Didn’t have knots, I was so broke
On my last rock, for my slingshot
Better haul ass, don’t be no slow poke (Nope)
Through the tall grass, run your ass off (Yeah)
Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it’s ’bout to fuzz
Like a lint roller they wait ’til it’s late, they will tiptoe
Through your living room window
Take your Nintendo and then skate
Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
Little boy, you’re never gonna get no rope chain
Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter
As I got a little bit older, my hate
Was making me get cold, and began to get a chip shoulder
Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row
But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped
Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo
Thought my name was B-side ’cause they flipped over my tape
And I won’t hesitate
To get ’em all bent so outta shape
Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
And I’m not gonna let up, treat the paper like I’m chopping a letter
Dre’ll tell you how I shred
So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder
Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I
Got several bounties from feds in every county
I’m with a gal at a Checkers wiling
Bumping “Fuck Da Police” while I fed her Rally’s
This shit is like Romper Room
Why do I feel responsible for these kids?
All of whom I’m a father to
I’m a God to you, y’all better worship the water I walk on
Or y’all gonna meet your Waterloo
I get to flippin’ the mic’ as a murder weapon
I’m poppin’ an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I’m popping
Do not let me catch you slippin’
I will pop up and I’ll take a spot from you
I’ll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
But I ain’t talkin’ drip when I say that I’ll get the drop on you
Singin’ fuck all of you in Autotune
I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear
Yeah, shit is gettin’ to where I can barely even sit in a chair
I bust my ass for this shit and I swear
It ain’t even worth dissing someone so offbeat
That they can’t even figure out where their words
Should hit the kick and the snare
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
American Hip hop rapper, Lil Baby drops a brand new song tagged, “Go Hard”. The official Lyrics of “Go Hard” is available below.
Lil Baby – Go Hard Lyrics
Chorus
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
Verse 1
You pillow talking to hoes again
You breaking the code again
I’m on the road again
We snuck in this bitch with them poles again
This chopper do tricks, you gon’ go fold it in
I know they be hating, I still post they shit
We slid on they block like we ‘posed to slid
This Glock been with me on my road to riches
We done over-sold the load again
Too many plays, been up for too many days
Boy you a bitch, you got feminine ways
I get the drop, I’ma pay, they gon’ spray where you stay
I had to check on my man, think he part of the Klan
Keep a mask, he got too many Ks
I had to run up them bands when I got out the can
Can’t go back, I got too many cases
He actin’ bad on the ‘Gram but we know what’s gon’ happen
It happen in every occasion
Somebody killed, I be telling my youngins to chill
Check the stats, I do numbers for real
And this ain’t no cap, I get money for real
That lil’ boy ain’t run up no commas for real
Don’t play with Baby I go million for million
I made it out, but yet I’m still in the field
Five hundred racks sitting in my Urus
Ten carat diamonds spent in my earlobes
Superhero Baby saving the ghetto
If I’m not the man, I’m the man in the middle
Hop out the car with my hand on my pistol
He just a fan, and he mad I don’t feel him
I know they know that I ran with them killers
Fuck it, you know I still run with them guys
Drivebys a waste of my time, I want somebody to die
I risk it all, put my sack on the line
I came from the back of the line
We had it cracking since back when lil one was alive
You can go ask on my line
I wish Lil Woo would’ve never went through with his move
But I’m glad that he through with his dime, yeah
Chorus
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
Verse 2
He tryna diss me, that shit ain’t gon’ get to me
I can’t give pussy ass niggas my energy
He say that shit when I see him, then he’ll see
Know they mad ’cause they can’t take a seat with me
Got the best of the best in the sheets with me
Hands down, can’t nobody compete with me
I eat filet mignon I’m a cash cow
I got ten million cash from my last album
I’m just waiting on my brother to max out
Every show that I get, it be packed out
Five K for your teeth, you got ripped off
Spent a hundred thousand on mine
Crack a smile just to show the diamonds
From the corner to another continent
Got a baby daddy? I don’t wanna hit
Need a Nike deal how I’m running shit
He can’t come to the A, he on punishment
Catch that boy out of place, we gon’ punish him
Take his chain and his watch on some funny shit
Brodie ready to crash on some dummy shit
Gotta fuck me for free, ain’t no money bitch
I’ve been on some pimp shit lately
I been off a jet with some made men
We got twenty vibes out in Vegas
Chorus
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
Outro
I go hard as I can go to win
I go hard as I can go to win
I go hard as I can go to win
Hard as I can go to win
Hard as I can go to win
American Hip hop rapper, Pop Smoke releases an impressive tune titled, “Like Me”. The official lyrics of “Like Me” is available below.
“Like Me Lyrics”
(feat. PnB Rock)
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She feeling, she say “you so wavy, boy you sexy, yeah you fire”
Look, I’m like what’s cracking, she like, “Pop, I got a man”
I’m like, damn, how you know me? Says she got me on the ‘gram
I said, look, I understand, but baby I’m a fan
Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land
She said what’s that on your face? I say that it’s a cold world
The way you biting your lips though got me like “oh girl”
Get money and stay aggressive, baby it’s your world
Martin talking to Gina, baby you go girl
Who you with? I’m with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers
All them scammers and the killers who I hang with
Yeah I taste good, ain’t no onions on my sandwich
I’m 823 and everybody knows I’m sanctioned
Watch, if I shoot, I’ma shoot that
Woo and I’ma woo back
Yeah I’m from the floss you know the language
I put it on the table so that everything is clear
Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ears
She’s like send me a text
At the end of the night she was laid up in the bed
Lifting up her dress had her bent up over the ledge
Kissing on her neck when she went to give me head
What’s next? Look
Let me fuck you let me suck you let me eat you let me hold you
Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga supposed to
If you ain’t know I had the power let me show you
Shark on your plate, we eating dinner at Nobu
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She said “boy you handsome, boy you sexy, boy you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real girl, I’m looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say “boy you wavy, you so sexy, boy you fire”
I’ma call you everyday at 12 o’clock, how you doing like Wendy
About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi
I’ma treat you right as long as you let me
Louis Vutton and Guiseppe’s, all I do is chase Fetty
Know I ride with that semi so let me know when you ready
I’ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collecting funds
Grabbing on your ass, got a rollie on my wrist
Baby you could bring a friend, that’s when the party begin
All them tigers on my collar, ain’t always just been Gucci
Riding past your block, bumping YFN Lucci
You saying talking is cheap, so you know I had to prove it
So I make this song so you can add it to your music
I’m top tier, yeah I ain’t never kept it Nancy
But like Jamie Foxx I’ma always keep you Fancy
Gucci trench, feel like fishing gear
Put me on any block, you know I’ma get it there
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She said “boy you handsome, boy you sexy, boy you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real girl, I’m looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say “boy you wavy, you so sexy, boy you fire”
American Hip hop rapper, Pop Smoke releases an impressive tune titled, “Dior (Remix)”. The official lyrics of “Dior (Remix)” is available below.
“Dior (Remix)”
(feat. Gunna)
Huh, roll another one
Said I’m never lackin’, always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon’ send him to heaven
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh
Oh you feelin’ sturdy, huh? (You feelin’ sturdy, man)
Let me see somethin’
Shake it, shake it, shake it
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I’m paid
Bitch, I’m a thot, get me lit
I can’t fuck with these niggas ’cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin’ dick
All in my comments and screamin’ my name
While I’m in the club
Throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
Pop Smoke, they know I’m wildin’
If I’m on the island, I’m snatchin’ the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail
Until he free, I’m raisin’ hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin’ state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don’t come out your mouth, you know I’m like that
I’ll make a movie like TNT
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin’ in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections
All the bad bitches in my direction
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
[Gunna:]
New Givenchy, new Givenchy
Hop out a car, it’s a Porsche
Rockin Fendi, rockin Fendi
F print on the corduroys
I pull up Aventador
I lift up the doors and draw
These broke boys shopping in Ross
We back in Dior, Dior
I got Valentino denim
Brand new Mike Amiri denim
And these Ricky Owen denims
I drop the bag they gonna hit em
This baddie wanna pop a skittle
I’m tired of niggas telling riddles
Till the foreign whipping thru the ghetto
Seal 6 vets slime green
Riding 911 Porsche yellow
Plain Patek and an AP
They got 50 pointers and a bezel
Speedin whipped like thereto
Push these Pradas on the petal
Make her swallow down the middle
We some giants niggas little
[Pop Smoke:]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Konibaje Remix Lyrics by Skales Feat. Rotimi
JJC Lyrics by Shatta Wale
Bring Your Body Down Lyrics by Eugy
Enough For Me Lyrics by Eugy
Medicine Lyrics by Eugy Ft Maleek Berry & Ladipoe
Pop Smoke – Invincible Lyrics
Pop Smoke – Sweetheart Lyrics
Pop Smoke – Better Have Your Gun Lyrics
Pop Smoke – Shake The Room Lyrics
Streets Lyrics by Wande Coal Feat. T-Pain
Konibaje Remix Lyrics by Skales Feat. Rotimi
JJC Lyrics by Shatta Wale
Bring Your Body Down Lyrics by Eugy
Listen to Mercy Chinwo “Elevated” EP
Pop Smoke – Invincible Lyrics
Tim Godfrey – God Turned It Around ft. Nathaniel Bassey & Tim Bowman Jr. Lyrics & Audio
-
ALBUM LYRICS1 month agoListen to Mercy Chinwo “Elevated” EP
-
HIP HOP LYRICS4 weeks agoPop Smoke – Invincible Lyrics
-
CHRISTIAN LYRICS1 month agoTim Godfrey – God Turned It Around ft. Nathaniel Bassey & Tim Bowman Jr. Lyrics & Audio
-
Afrobeats Lyrics1 month agoZinoleesky – Many Roads Lyrics
-
HIP HOP LYRICS4 weeks ago
Pop Smoke – Sweetheart Lyrics
-
CHRISTIAN LYRICS1 month ago
Mercy Chinwo – Wonder Lyrics & Audio
-
HIP HOP LYRICS1 month agoListen to Ice Spice – Princess Diana Audio & Lyrics
-
HIP HOP LYRICS4 weeks ago
Pop Smoke – Better Have Your Gun Lyrics
001LYRICS: Discover New Song Lyrics and Artists In 2023
We here to serve you better with top hip hop lyrics, Hymn Lyrics, Christian lyrics, top lyrics, Pop Lyrics etc. We have the Most Comprehensive Song Lyric Database..
Africa Largest Collection of Song Lyrics Online:
- Lyric genres on our Database
Rock Lyrics Pop Lyrics R&B lyrics Country music Folk music Jazz Lyrics Electronic music Metal music Hip hop Lyrics. - Easy Search Box
We have a user-friendly interface that enables you to search for your desired lyrics and artist easily. You can Find Your Favorite Song Lyrics of your Choice here. - Lyrics Request
If you are looking and searching for a particular song lyric; Use the contact form to email us or send us a message on WhatsApp.